Where do I belong?
In a world so full of people
With tables already set
For the groups that make this world
A nomad
Forever cursed to walk this earth alone
But I need a land of my own
A place where I can call home
I knock on doors
And eat with strangers
Drink with travellers
Sleep with angels
But I cannot shake this feeling of
Wanting to belong in a place of my own
A place where there are
Others like me
But I have yet to find this silent retreat
A nomad
Wondering this Earth alone
A wolf with no pack
And this howl is my song.
A selection of poetry and prose. Life and death. Love and loss. Pain and happiness. And everything in between on this journey to Seek The One who created me.
Saturday, 19 October 2013
Monday, 7 October 2013
Better Days
Better Days
The late afternoon breeze
Brings a familiar scent
Great Britain it seems
Is just a fading memory
Those childhood moments
So deep inside my being
Make me feel a little more human
A past life
Of which I left behind
To pursue this dream of mine
To save the world one at a time
I aim high
But have lost the will to fly
I must find my wings again
So I may soar the starry sky
On the winds of faith
That bring me this familiar scent
This summer afternoon
Reminds me of what I want
The crow cries
As dusk is on its way
The stars will guide this path
For me to find a better day
Sunday, 6 October 2013
The Tree
Deep grooves define my complicated texture
As many run by, block by block
There is enough room
For cities to dwell
Within the grooves that define my texture
The intricate lines
Between space and time
Create artistry
Of the most sublime
The cracks and the caves
That wither away
As seasons pass by
It shows on my face
My hair starts to fade in colour and shape
And fall to the ground to be blown away
Then spring comes again
I feel so brand new
And as I take my first breath
I breathe life into you.
As many run by, block by block
There is enough room
For cities to dwell
Within the grooves that define my texture
The intricate lines
Between space and time
Create artistry
Of the most sublime
The cracks and the caves
That wither away
As seasons pass by
It shows on my face
My hair starts to fade in colour and shape
And fall to the ground to be blown away
Then spring comes again
I feel so brand new
And as I take my first breath
I breathe life into you.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
The Gift
The Gift
There are many beauties in this world
To observe but a few
We use the eyes our Lord gave us
To seek the beauty in truth
We use our sense of smell
To navigate between two worlds
And we use our sense of touch
To feel the wonders of the Earth
We use our sense of taste
To give thanks for the sweetness of fruits and dates
And we use our ears to listen
To the words you have bestowed upon us
For in recitation and silence
Reverie and melody
I find you
And it is there I want to be
I cannot part this world to see you
And not bear any gifts
But you own my heart my soul my love
So what is there for me to give?
Except my Ruh
To you.
Friday, 4 October 2013
Why is it?
Why is it?
Why is it that you captivate what I give to you so willingly?
Why is it that my heart tears through my chest every time we meet?
Why is it that no matter who I see you’ll always be the one and only?
Why is it, that if that’s the case, you’re so far away from me?
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It goes from zero to one to two to three
The digital code sent from above
A direct message for me to decipher
Sent with blessings and love
The critical connection
Between me and He
Is evidential in this spiritual dream
But you gotta open your eyes
Before you visualise
True elevation
My soul’s in a purgatorial state
Cleaning the filth to make a new slate
For his message to be written
On the flesh of my heart
And deep inside the wound
The process starts
Healing
Self believing
Heavenly sent words for the masses
But the media is full of opinionated bastards
Who criticize the words of the Educator
The king of all the worlds
The facilitator
The most beneficial and trustworthy
The innovator
The most kind and caring
The protector
The most understanding
Not a rejecter
Unlike my heart in this anger
This feeling of need
Is amplified by
This hunger and greed
Man I'm thirsty
For a sip of eternity
To quench this heat
Inside the cold streets
For the ground shakes beneath
But still no one believes
And that’s why I'm here to
Take these words to the preachers
To take these words to the streets
To take these words to the schools
To take these words to the government
To take these words to the fools
To take these words to my ego
And let it soak in purgatory
While I expiate these sins
From these eyes within me.
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